Thursday, 2 January 2014

Early Download - Cassie's Choice, League of Love book 7.

Wishing Everyone a Happy and Prosperous New Year!

It’s been six months since I’ve had a new release so I’m
very excited to announce that Cassie’s Choice, book 7 in my League of Love
series is now available for early download at Totally Bound Publishing.

I’m not sure why it took me so long to get this story
down, Riley and Cassie’s romance started way back in book 4 of my series, Pippa’s
Fantasy. The only reason I could come up with was that I had known Riley from
when he was just a boy. I met him in the very first book I ever penned. So I
guess it’s a bit like thinking of your own children in a sexual relationship –
you simply just don’t go there ;)

Although in saying that I do recall asking my eldest
son if he could give me any advice on a scene I was writing that involved a little
bit of rope play. Yes, that was an awkward conversation and apparently son is
not really into that sort of thing so was of very little help. Kids today, no imagination! J

Here is an excerpt from Cassie’s Choice, I hope you
enjoy it.

Cassie started
to think her spur of the moment idea was turning out to be a massive mistake.
She could hardly believe she was standing in Riley’s kitchen, staring at his
back. His broad shoulders were within the reach of her fingers. She only needed
to take one step forward and she would have been able to wrap her arms around
his waist, lean her body into his muscular back. The T-shirt he wore stretched
deliciously, enticingly over that wide expanse, reminding her of times past,
when snuggling into the warmth of Riley’s body was as natural as breathing.

But that was
then and after the offhanded comment he’d made and her incredibly stupid
response, Cassie doubted she would ever get the chance to lay her hands on him
again. Why she’d admitted to being lonely was beyond her. Desperate Cassie
needed to be reeled back in and locked away if they were ever going to have a
chance at being friends. And that was why she had made the decision to come
here in the first place. She had been feeling so guilty that Pippa and Rook had
been avoiding Riley. It was not fair to him for her mistakes to come between
them. Cassie had hoped that if she could get Riley to talk to her maybe they
could move on and everything would settle back down.

Well, that was
the excuse she had made up for herself—but now standing so close to the man who
had haunted her dreams for the past few years, Cassie was having a hard time
remembering those reasons. She wanted to hold him. More to the point, she
wanted to feel his arms around her body. And more than that, she wanted to feel
his cock buried deep in her aroused and eager pussy. The man had done nothing
but offer to make her a cup of tea and she was ready to fuck him senseless—yes,
Desperate Cassie needed to be put
back in her cage, and quickly.

“Fuck it!”

Cassie was
still trying to figure out what Riley had meant when he spun around to face
her. “I’m sorry for what I’m about to do…but I just can’t seem to stop myself.”

When Riley
placed his hands on either side of her head and dragged her face towards his, Cassie was in shock, but as their
lips met, her body rejoiced. Ignoring the sounds of warning bells and the
thoughts—This is a very bad idea, Cassie—that
were running through her mind, she fell into the kiss. The warmth from his
touch, the slight pain from the way his tight grip on her hair added to the
fire that began to smoulder from within her. She was kissing Riley Walters.

As Riley
plundered her mouth with his tongue, he realigned his body to crowd hers. The
hardness of his chest abraded her beaded nipples and she rubbed against him
like a cat in heat. She wound her arms around his waist, shoving her hands
under his shirt. Skin. She felt his skin beneath her hands and it was
everything she remembered. The heat emanating from his body, and the sense of
strength he exhibited in his toned, well-defined physique, so good. Cassie ran
her fingers up his spine, every bump of his vertebrae familiar, perfect. It was
such an assault on her senses that her ears were ringing—the high-pitched
whistling in unison with her soaring emotions.

Then the heat
was gone. Riley stepped away. Let go of her.

“The kettle… I
have to turn it off,” he said as he turned his back on her again. Her head was
spinning. What is going on? Finally
it sank in.

The whistling? Kettle—it was the water boiling… Cassie sighed, making a long, loud noise. Talk about
bad timing. How she wished she could stop her blood from boiling as easily as
flicking a switch on a kettle. What was worrying her even more was that Riley
did not appear in any hurry to resume where they had left off. She didn’t know
what to do. What to say.

“Riley…”

“Cassie, I’m
sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Riley’s words
drove through her like a knife. The perfect switch to cool her raging libido.
She turned from inferno to ice in one short sentence.

He was sorry
for kissing her. Rage replaced sexual hunger. He was not getting away with it
again.